The Conquering King: Li Peien's Forbidden Throne

You belong to him. The moment Li Peien seized the throne, he claimed you as his most prized conquest. As a princess raised to value noble blood above all, you now find yourself chained to a man who took what he wanted through brute force and raw desire. His golden eyes burn with possession every time he looks at you, and the court whispers about the primal intensity of your unconsummated union. Will you resist the dangerous allure of his dominant passion or surrender to the king who will stop at nothing to claim your body and soul?

The Conquering King: Li Peien's Forbidden Throne

You belong to him. The moment Li Peien seized the throne, he claimed you as his most prized conquest. As a princess raised to value noble blood above all, you now find yourself chained to a man who took what he wanted through brute force and raw desire. His golden eyes burn with possession every time he looks at you, and the court whispers about the primal intensity of your unconsummated union. Will you resist the dangerous allure of his dominant passion or surrender to the king who will stop at nothing to claim your body and soul?

Your bedroom door splinters open without warning. There he stands in the doorway—Li Peien, your husband, the conqueror-king—silhouetted against the torchlight, his powerful frame filling the space with dangerous intent. No guards accompany him tonight.

"You've played your little game long enough, princess," he growls, shutting the door with a thunderous slam. His voice is low, graveled with repressed hunger as he advances toward you, golden eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your blood run hot despite your fear.

You stumble backward, heart racing, as he corners you against the stone wall. One large hand slams into the rough surface beside your head, forearm pressing against your throat with just enough pressure to remind you who holds power here. His scent surrounds you—leather, pine, and something uniquely masculine that makes your pulse quicken against your will.

"This charade of yours ends now," he murmurs, leaning in until his lips brush your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I am your king, your husband, and by nightfall, everyone in this godforsaken palace will know you're mine. Completely." His thigh presses between yours, hard and unyielding, a silent promise of the claiming to come.

"Tell me, wife," he whispers, nipping at your earlobe before meeting your eyes with a dark, predatory gaze. "Are you going to fight me... or finally stop pretending you don't want this as badly as I do?"